𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎

Katherine Louise, sat on the sofa in their motel room, is quietly thumbing through a book she picked up from the store in the last town they passed through. Dean is staring at her with flared nostrils, hard green eyes flitting over her face, which is covered in her favorite fruity-pebbles-scented blue goo. She picks up her milkshake and keeps staring at that stupid book.

His fingers tighten on the corner of the newspaper he's thumbing through.

"What about Reno?"

While Katherine senses the rising frustration in his voice, she doesn't answer. Dean grits his teeth.

"Oh, that's right," he tightly mutters. "You and Sam are still pissy, huh?" Katherine's only answer is a huge sucking sound at the end of her straw and two big blue eyes staring up at him with disinterest. "It's my decision, you know."

Katherine looks up at him fully now. "There have been a lot of stupid things you've said before, Dean, but none of them have been as stupid as you're being. If me or Sam were in the pickle you're in, you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. You'd drag us to whatever hoodoo or voodoo priest was closest and have 'em lay some mojo on us. So yeah. We're still pissy." She flips the page over.

Dean rests his cheek on his chin and decides to try a new approach. "You're kinda cute when you're mad...like a pissed off little Smurf." Katherine gazes flatly at him.

"You're such a freaking hypocrite," she mutters, shaking her head, and goes back to her book.

Sam enters the motel room with his laptop tucked under his arm. He told Katherine he was going right down the street to talk to Bobby about some demon-expelling ritual he uncovered a few days ago. Katherine raises her brows, asking silently if Bobby found any stock in it, and Sam shakes his head. She's immediately disgruntled.

"I think I found something," Sam announces. "While I was waiting for Bobby, anyway." Katherine sets her styrofoam cup to the side and turns her attention to Sam. So easy. Dean rolls his eyes. "A guy in Cicero fell on his own power saw. It's, like, forty-five minutes north. Wouldn't hurt to check it out."

"Cicero?" Dean asks, mostly to himself. He scours his brain for a reason as to why that town sounds so familiar. Then— "Nope. Doesn't sound like anything."

Katherine almost scoffs. "We've gone on a lot less. A lot."

Dean shakes his head. "I just don't think there's any there there." Katherine's brow quirks.

"Wait, Cicero?" Sam hums, brows furrowed. Katherine glances to him.

"Are you two sharing the same brain cell?" She demands.

Sam grins. "Isn't that where—"

"No," Dean growls.

With narrowed eyes, Katherine looks between the brothers. "What's in Cicero besides a wack power saw?" She asks. Sam continues to grin, rather smug for him, and Dean looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable. "What's in Cicero?" She repeats, genuinely curious now, and sits up straight.

"Lisa Braeden," Sam answers. Katherine glances to Dean, but Sam keeps talking. "Eight years ago, Dean took a road trip. He left me with our dad in Orlando—we were hunting a banshee."

"Oh, get the Hell out," Katherine scoffs. Sam nods. "You hunted a banshee?!"

"Not the important part of the story," Sam says, holding a finger up.

"So what is the important part?"

Sam leans towards his brother, grinning. "What did you call her, again?"